[ F R O S T ]

[` Darren.]

F R O S T

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Nickname ;; ''Frosty'' { only 'close' friends; though he hates this name}
Age ;; 5 Years
Gender ;; Male
Breed ;; Dog
Sub-breed ;; Weimaraner
Pack ;; Venganza
Rank ;; Delta

Personality ;; Frost is strangely enough, not as cold as his name first suggests. He is a rather friendly male, happy to make conversation and idle chit-chat. Good looks, charm and a wicked sense of humour, he's got the females swooning for miles. But despite all this, as some may have guessed, he is a double-crosser through and through. He'll pick you up just to knock you down, but he does it in such a way that it will look like your own fault. Cunning? Yes, the most devious of the lot, and although he wasn't blessed with the huge muscles of a guard Frost was given the brains they usually lack.

Some like to describe him like a snake, and they'd be right. Unpredictable and lightning fast, you never know when or where he is going to strike. Which makes him an interesting opponent in fights. Sarcasm is one of Frost's loves, he is definitely one to make snide comments behind others backs, and even to their face as well. Frost doesn’t hold back, if he doesn’t like something he'll tell you and if he doesn’t like you then your sure to know pretty fast. But because of his every changing personality, he can make friends quickly, even if it is never wise to fully trust this trickster, he's worth having around when you need someone on your side.


History ;; He was born to two show dogs who were, in short, completely up themselves. They cared not for their son, who was one of a litter of three. As he grew into a rowdy pup, the twolegs that owned them saw he was a troublemaker. At barely a month old Frost escaped from his kennel and led the two-legs on a chase around the neighbour hood. The reason of his dash for freedom, was simply because Frost hated being confined along with his snooty relatives. He longed for adventure, and to escape the boredom of living with the human creatures. Once he was weaned, the young male was sold to a young couple, and at first they thought he'd be an ideal house-dog.

But when they returned form a party to find the house chewed to pieces, they decided they couldn't control him. They gave the dog to a rescue center to be rehomed. Frost hated it there too, where they gave him the two-leg name 'Benjamin' as he'd been nameless for so long. Frost despised how they seemed to patronize him, and pet him all the time. But on first mention of him visiting the ''cutter'' so he could be rehomed, Frost made a break for it. He shot out of his kennel while they were feeding him and burst into the streets. For the next year he picked up the rules of pack life in the city. He moves from pack to pack in the city, never completely settling down.

After Frost earned quite a reputation in the city, he decided to move on again. This time he found his way to the forests where the two packs Lerenzo and Venganza dwelled. He was found by patrol from Venganza while on their territory and was taken to their leader, where he promptly announced he wanted to join them. And he's remained with them ever since. Working his way up the food chain, earning the respect he can and learning the new ways of this pack.


RP Example ;; -- [done with Shadow.]
Characters ;; This will be my third. ^^
Activity Level ;; 7-8
Name ;; Darren, but anything you want really XD

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